Page 56 of Sinful Hearts

“I know everything about you.” He types something.

“You know nothing about me.”

“Liliya Morozova. Daughter of Susannah and Armen. Your uncle murdered your father, claiming he was a rat but there was little evidence. You attended an all-girls’ school—Grave Prep School. Growing up, you had a dog named Sparky, who died at the old age of sixteen. Your father hated him. You’ve had one boyfriend, Kale, which makes me question your sanity to date a man named after food. You’ve also taken it upon yourself to become a detective of my family’s history, and you play Wordle every day.”

“Stalker alert,” I mutter, yawning as I sit up in bed. “Now that you know so much about me, tell me aboutyou. It’s only fair.” I ease back, resting against the wooden headboard.

No response. Just more clicking of keys.

“Can you please get off my computer?” I plead in frustration. “That’s an invasion of privacy.”

Still, he doesn’t look up.

Groaning, I swing my legs off the bed. It takes me a moment to find my footing before I stomp over to him. Just as I touch my laptop, he pulls it away.

“Give it,” I snap, crawling over his lap to grab it.

Our eyes meet, his stare burning deep.

For a heartbeat, it softens.

Not for long though.

Using his free hand, he snatches my wrist to restrain me.

I struggle to break free.

“Fight me for it,guaio,” he grits out.

I get in his face, ignoring the awkward position I’m in. “I’m not as weak as you think.”

He leans in until his lips nearly brush mine. “Then,fight me for it.”

I try to reach forward, but he holds me firm. As I slide against his lap, I feel the jerk of his cock beneath his pants. I freeze, my breath hitching as heat warms beneath my skin. He shifts—an effort to hide his excitement for me—but I keep my weight steady.

This time,I’mpinning him in place.

Tingles race through my veins as I lock eyes with him.

His gaze heats as he licks his lips.

I relax against him, sinking deeper onto his lap, and his hold on the laptop loosens.

A loud ring cuts through the air, and his pants vibrate.

I jerk back, and Emilio glances down at his lap. He tosses my laptop over his shoulder, not a care in the world that it’s expensive and could break. Grabbing my waist, he lifts me off his lap.

And just like that, whateverthat wasis gone.

I back away as he stands and fishes his phone from his pocket.

“Yeah,” he answers, nodding a few times before ending the call.

He waves the phone at me before using it to gesture toward the bed. “Go back to bed.”

I furrow my brow at him. “Areyougoing to bed?”

“Yes,” he says, surprising me before pulling his tee over his head.